Cold winds a blowin, sing songs a howlin. The weather is raw the weather is king. Shorter days knocking at the door. remembrances of yesteryear, the good old days, realizing they are permanently gone and that it will never be the same state again. Its a hard world to swallow sometimes, and especially as the time progresses and with that the expectations of adaption and evolution are ever present.. But it's easier to reflect than pro actively predict.! I am faced with the harsh reality that the place in the world that I am from , the magical all possible place that I come from is vanishing, slipping away and turning into a place of sour milk and no longer that rich golden land of milk and honey...... no dwelling but really dwelling. that is the state I sit in. the longing and desperation of knowing exactly how things would turn out. its gone its gone so gone gone gone... not hopeless just placeless spaceless danceless joyless empty outta wack adaptive acceptance
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Thanks for the great pictures of your skydive. They are very telling. Yeh, you do look scared.
Loved talking to you on the phone a couple of week ago. Please stay safe and happy.
Aunt Vicki
Wow! You look great and I am delighted to hear that you are staying with a family in such a great and lovely place. Good work! You are brave!
I think of you often and wish you the very best!
We are well here, Q and I had a very nice, easy weekend. I appreciate the lull, there was sun and steak! I love you much and can't wait to see you again in the future! I am teaching (sub) at an early childhood center for special needs students. After spring break I am off to the school down the street for a 2nd grade gig, lasts till summer! Your Mom and Vicki came to my wedding, it was great to see them there! Loves, Annie